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Narcissus Narcosis - #3. Seraphim Amongst Them

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Published on Jun 15, 2012

Track [3/5] Narcissus Narcosis - #3. Seraphim Amongst Them.

Invite to Delight & Misery - Narcissus Narcosis' EP and first release; Metaphysical, Philosophical, Theological, & Poetic Hip-Hop. This Electronic Hip-Hop CD portrays the balance of the pseudo-fictional world in the form of Delight(Track #1-2) & Misery(Track #4-5), with the balance between them collapsing into a void of equality(Track #3). The concept is not only of the world's balance, but of the internal balance of Narcissus Narcosis himself.

*LYRICS*

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Staring into suns burning black with negativity.
This world of dark is fun as I've walked these lands for centuries.
Three moons consume the sky as I take the lives of my enemies.
All who stand before me, left behind in rotten misery.
Forgotten sins in seas of flesh, mesh and melt in your regrets; darkness infests with pestilence til' you confess.
You beg for help. Scream and yell, but mercy can't exist in hell.
Along with me, the songs we sing; the flaws of me, are laws we preach.
They've learned to incorporate each to daily lives, everyday, in every aspect of every way to their minds.
A vacant heart so they invade, leads to works of art by my mind made.
Selection. Directions within guidance infectious.
Infected by the voices of the evil and reckless. Inspected.
Neglected by that which is septic.
At last, feel the wrath of the deathless and breath-less.
Endless it is, the pain endured.
Lured by tortured minds obscured.
Intense and tense in false pretense.
If only you were as what was meant.
Lament content, as hatred vents.
I'm void of pain, you lack common sense and developed brains; then bathe in rage in vain with my essence in your veins.
And now you think of me every time it rains.
The clouds hanging over like a painting of disgrace fixed in place like the frown on your long forgotten face.

Real as, realistic can get. Feels like I've been killed more times than one should exist.
Driven, into the ground with no point in any living, unless we make one some how or had one from the beginning.
Many lives aren't so forgiving. Some turn to early endings. Most hide in blissful sinning.
So with aspiration, motivational determination; you can change or re-arrange your destination.
Aim high, with your head up; I'm sure some are fed up, with normalities.
With creative expression, and individuality defy mortality in your peer's reality.

Enlightened invited as my pain is delighted, they lack the foresight combination incite of the true metaphysical views of-delight he recited.
I reside in space to never face- the suns scorch of my face of the spiritual embodiment of my creative environment.
The viral blood through my veins, spirals of immortal DNA to remain eternally ascending and bending his mind to new heights of omnisciency defined-defied.
Expressing a heart torn apart through diverse works of art at the start.
Now confessing reality of the universes duality while retaining divine confidentiality in part.
New arc. Infinite, heaven sent. Benevolent yet malevolent, malignant invict.
Predict surrounding astounding pro-founding events.
Each sin you commit, to me you'll repent.
I am free from mortal land world and grasp at last in re-fractured light contrast.
Only my thoughts as you rot exist beside my laugh, matters missed.
My knowledge forever in the darkest ocean of my deepest devotions.
Like a curing potion, or cure for the itch.
A dimension of the blackest pitch, rich with dement as your point of views flipped, and ripped in script with the sickness i spit.
Vanish like a magic trick, and please make it quick.


Real as, realistic can get. Feels like I've been killed more times than one should exist.
Driven, into the ground with no point in any living, unless we make one some how or had one from the beginning.
Many lives aren't so forgiving. Some turn to early endings. Most hide in blissful sinning.
So with aspiration, motivational determination; you can change or re-arrange your destination.
Aim high, with your head up; I'm sure some are fed up, with normalities.
With creative expression, and individuality defy mortality in your peer's reality.

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